I'm delivering food in an escape game

The wind at the end of summer has turned slightly cooler, and it is the weekend again. After a busy morning, Renhe Pork Chop Shop decided to close for half a day.

For the past few days, Fan Wan has been in a good mood. In addition to finding that Pei Shu, Chunxiong, and the black boss who was teleported halfway gave him good reviews, the recent business is also good. Got more than 200 points.

Fan Wan looked at the balance, holding his mobile phone and giggling from time to time in a money-obsessed manner. From this point of view, getting rich is a matter of time.

It's rare to give my little brother half a day off, so as not to say that his boss abused his employees.

It was almost time for dinner, Fan Wan had a whim, ran down from the second floor to make trouble, drove the little brother out of the kitchen, put on the little brother's apron, and said that he would cook by himself tonight.

Fan Wan raised her eyebrows and patted the little brother on the shoulder: "First, to celebrate that I have earned a lot of points in a few days, and second, to reward you specially, so as not to say that I am mean as a boss."

Bro:"……"

Although he was speechless, he was allowed to make trouble.

In fact, Fan Wan had ulterior motives. These days, he always felt that the little brother had something to hide, but the little brother refused to tell.Especially in the last game, the conversation between the coughing old man and the younger brother made him feel a little strange.

So I plan to take advantage of tonight to get my brother drunk and trick him.

Less than 10 minutes after Fan Wan entered the kitchen, thick black smoke came out of the kitchen, and the exhaust fan stopped working with a bang, accompanied by the sound of the faucet spraying wildly and the crackling of tableware.

The little brother was shocked, and rushed to the kitchen to see that his most beloved plate had died young.

Fan Wan scratched at the messy hair, and replied: "It's okay, it's okay, this pink plate doesn't seem to suit you, change it to colorful black, it will suit your temperament."

After another 5 minutes, Fan Wan: "It's okay, it's okay, your pot is old, I think you have to wipe it every day, the boss decides, you don't need to wipe it today, just replace it with a new one."

After half an hour this time, Fan Wan touched the tip of his nose: "Speaking of how you use this knife, it's not very handy, otherwise..."

The little brother finally closed his eyes, and said word by word: "Put, my knife, put it down."

The kitchen was made smoky by Fan Wan, oil and water splashed, and there was a smell of biochemical weapons flying across. Now he is still holding the little brother's kitchen knife and chopping at the ingredients. The little brother is more vigilant than in the escape game.

Finally the scourge was over, Fan Wan cheerfully brought a few plates of dishes that could not tell what they were from the original appearance on the table, and after serving the dishes, opened a bottle of red wine seriously.

The food was a mess, both in color and smell, Fan Wan was very self-aware and didn't dare to eat it.

He could only look at his brother expectantly.

The younger brother's hand holding the chopsticks shook. He picked up a slightly shaped object and ate it without making a sound.

"How is it?" Fan Wan still had the face to ask, and then started by herself, "I'll try, this vinegar potato shreds."

The little brother seemed very surprised, as if he couldn't believe it, it was potato shreds, and said silently, "I thought it was French fries."

"It's not bad. It's not as scary as it looks. You're exaggerating. Although there is indeed room for improvement, it's not hard to swallow." Fan Wan was actually a little complacent.

"Well, there is no room for further decline." The younger brother did not object directly.

The little brother has a very noble tongue and has high requirements for food, so he stopped using his chopsticks, sobered up, and went to the cabinet to get a wine glass.Looking back, I saw Fan Wan eating very deliciously, and was infected by him. He licked his lips, and then picked up the chopsticks again unconsciously.

After barely taking a few mouthfuls, I still gave up, but I drank most of the bottle.

Fan Wan reckoned that everyone was already on top, and was about to ask questions.

In the past few days, he thought about some questions, why did he enter the game.

Thinking about it carefully, those players contacted him only after finding the small card for the takeaway phone number during the game.And this phone number was given to him by the younger brother, he felt very strange, how could this little card appear in the game, could it be said that the younger brother posted it?

But why would he do it?

Also, what does the coughing old man mean in the game? Why did he ask the little brother and didn't leave for so long?According to the old man's age, it may have been a long time, and what does the so-called leaving mean?

Full of doubts.

People are like this, if you go forward in time, if you don't think about it, you won't notice any big mistakes. After all, it's a normal day after day.

However, when Fan Wan tries to look back, he will find that the past has become very blurred, and he can touch sporadic fragments, but cannot piece them together, as if there is only a certain pause, but the middle link is lost.

Fan Wan shook his glass and took a sip before saying, "I've been thinking about some things these days. It's strange. I seem to only remember living in my hometown with my parents when I was a child. After graduation, I came to this city because of something. Can't remember..."

He unknowingly finished his drink, but the younger brother didn't respond, so he continued talking to himself.

"When was the last time I called my parents?"

Can not remember……

"My parents' phone number..."

I don't remember either...

"When did we meet, where did I go to college, who else did I know, what friends did I have, why can't I remember?"

"And where is my hometown..."

"If you want to say that I have lost my memory, it's not completely true. I remember the general trajectory, but those details are missing."

"It seems that my life, I don't know when it started, has been revolving around this takeaway shop. Other than that, I have almost no impression of it..."

When all the surviving memories could not be found, Fan Wan finally felt something was wrong.

What's even more strange is that when he clearly discovered these problems, his first reaction was not fear, but a feeling of habit, which made him feel that this should be the case.Fan Wan couldn't help but said, "Could it be that I'm really too nervous? Or are you hiding something from me?"

He felt that his little brother must know the answer.

But Fan Wan drank too much, patted the table, and before he finished asking, he tilted his head to one side.

The little brother took out the cigarette, pinched it between his slender fingers, turned his head sideways, some long hair covered his eyes, after lighting the cigarette, the white mist covered his expression.

When Fan Wan raised his head again, his face was reddish after drinking, and he began to shake his brother's shoulder uncontrollably.

"Hey, are you listening to me?"

"You drank too much." The little brother took his hand off and put it back on the table.

"You haven't drunk too much yet? Damn!" Fan Wan was startled, how could that work, and forced himself to cheer up, "Then continue, come, come, cheers."

After finishing speaking, he insisted on opening the wine again. Seeing that the little brother couldn't persuade him, he could only continue to drink. Soon, the bottles of red wine ran out.

Now Fan Wan finally collapsed.

After the dishes on the dinner table cooled down, they looked even more thrilling. Fan Wan rested on the table for a few minutes, propped his head up again, sniffed, and then asked vaguely: "Do you smell dog shit?" the taste of?"

Bro:"……"

That's your own cooking, okay?

But he didn't expect Fan Wan to be so persistent and strong-willed, it seems that he won't stop until he gets an answer.

Fan Wan blinked, probably in disbelief, the little brother still looked normal at this moment, not even a trace of redness on his face.

He propped his head with one hand and reached for the wine bottle with the other. Finally, the little brother held him down with his hand.

"Stop drinking." The little brother was speechless, shook his head and said, "What do you want to know?"

Fan Wan was dizzy, her vision was blurred, and she struggled to show a triumphant smile: "Tell me everything you know!"

The little brother let out a long breath, took out another cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, looked up at the street with already lit street lights outside the window, and said slowly: "Since you insist on listening, let me just talk about it." , believe it or not."

"Speak!" Fan Wan howled.

"You... used to be my wife, but you became a vegetable in a car accident. I work in a nuclear physics institute, and it happens that the institute is testing a quantum entanglement device, which can be connected to the human brain, and will put people in a deep coma. Human awakening. The principle will be difficult to explain to you for a while. Simply put, the reason for deep coma is often that the consciousness has entered the quantum space and cannot come out. It needs other consciousness to enter and stimulate it to bring it out. I used equipment to test Opportunity, connecting brain waves, enters your brain and wants to wake you up. But I didn't expect that because your brain hole is too big and the brain circuit is too clear, you have built an infinite game world in your brain, and I want to Only by taking you to overcome all the checkpoints can we rescue you and successfully wake you up."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and exhaled the smoke ring, and looked at Fan Wan with his still indifferent eyes, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

"..."

Fan Wan was stunned for a long time, and thought for a while with his drunken delirious brain, and then said: "You fucking fart! You obviously made this up right now! It's to keep me from harassing you."

I believe you a ghost!

He patted the table and stood up, wanting to continue to question, but his body swayed, his eyes went dark, and he threw himself on the table.

Just like that, on the night when she planned to talk to my brother, Fan Wan got drunk, and my brother was fine.

My brain was in a daze, as if someone patted me on the back, then slender fingers ran down my hair, and rubbed it gently, and I heard a vague sentence: "You don't know anything now, but you are happy. It looks good..."

The next day, Fan Wan was woken up by the sound of the range hood.

Lying on the bed and opening his eyes, he hissed immediately.

The hangover body was unable to move, and it was difficult to even raise his hands. Not only did he have a headache, but the blood vessels in his temples seemed to be splitting, his ears were full of buzzing tinnitus, and his stomach was overwhelmed.

Looking sideways, I saw a bowl of porridge on the bedside. It was probably made by my brother. It was neither hot nor cold, and the temperature was just right.

However, Fan Wan was taken aback.

Because besides the bowl of porridge beside the bed, there is actually a hard hat decorated with rabbit ears.

Fan Wan fell into memory, but found that it was completely fragmented. She had no memory of how she got on the bed or who took off her clothes.

"What do you mean?" His voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth.

When the little brother heard the movement and came upstairs, Fan Wan collapsed on the bed, pulled the sheet covering his body, and said angrily, "It's all your fault, I lost my virginity."

"..."

"Ahem..." Fan Wan cleared her throat and was about to speak again, but she was still very hoarse and couldn't articulate, "I mean, I lost my voice, voice!"

The little brother was holding a cup of honey in his hand and was going to sober him up. Seeing this, he went downstairs again and poured a cup of herbal tea so that he could moisten his throat and not talk nonsense.

Fan Wan regained a bit of strength and became more awake, and then began to ask the little brother: "What's the matter with this helmet?"

He took it over and looked at it while talking, the texture is not bad, and the color matches well with the yellow jacket he delivered, but the two rabbit ears decoration on it made him a little confused, fluffy, very realistic, look at the hanging The label is still a limited edition.

This is not my taste, Fan Wan affirmed, it is impossible for me to go out in the street wearing this kind of hat.

Just thinking about it, the little brother poured cold water on it: "You lay on the table for a while last night, and when you got up, you started drinking like crazy. You exchanged points for yourself."

"What?!" Fan Wan's eyes widened.

My points don't count, I actually changed into a hard hat, or one with bunny ears?

impossible!

"Can't the things in this point mall be normal! If I want to change it, I must change it to Iron Man and Batman!"

He was heartbroken and couldn't believe it, and immediately took out his mobile phone to check, only to find that there were still a lot of points, and the balance was still more than 200.

The little brother said again: "You snatched my mobile phone and exchanged it with my points."

Fan Wan took a long breath: "Oh, that's okay, it's not my own money."

But after the little brother said this, he turned his head away as if he had a ghost in his heart.

Fan Wan felt that there must be something tricky in it, this can't be the action that the younger brother would show, and the younger brother would also feel guilty?

But I'm actually a little guilty, because I really can't remember what happened when I was drunk last night.

Fan Wan recalled carefully, and vaguely remembered that there was indeed such a plot.

It was because I threw my little brother down in order to grab the phone... and then I couldn't remember it anymore.

Judging by the younger brother's appearance, Fan Wan felt that it was necessary to explain: "I pounced on you last night... no, I pushed you down... no, I hit you, hit you or something, it wasn't drunk, I should have suffered Excited, I remember seeing that you have so many points in your mobile phone that you can’t use them up in ten lifetimes, that’s why I was frightened, you have to understand that I hate the huge gap between rich and poor in this world..."

Then he immediately changed the topic: "Honestly speaking, did you choose this helmet or did I choose it?"

No matter how you look at it, it's something that a sullen style like my little brother would do.

In the end, the little brother was still very firm: "You chose it yourself."

"Even that is infected by your taste!"

"Candle Shadow Game" (Story Puzzle Direction)